It is newleaf, and the clan's lands are flourishing. The sun has been out and about, keeping everything warm, and at the same time there are frequent rains. Not so many as to create a flood, but enough to keep the plants lush and the prey plentiful.

Flightpaw seemed to sense what her metor was thinking "Again I willl NEVER get over my mother's death"Flightpaw took a deep breath and seemed to send a thought to RainPool 'i will tell you the story of my mother's death'

((OOC: Ah, okay. But I don't really see how thinking it to someone else would be much easier...))

"Hey," Rainpool said as she sat down next to the apprentice. Though she was a pawful at times, she still cared a lot about her. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I'm here to help you." She smiled down at Flightpaw.